Demether - Her Last Home
Just like oil on canvass…
Touch of red, mostly black…
Thick is the air and the fog that hides her from you…
Weeps… shadow…
Cries … sparkle…
“She sleeps, she sleeps…”
Once in time, there was she,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being his…
Now she is like a torn flower,
Alone…
Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all alone…
Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all alone…

Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all alone…
Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all alone…

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